everything's ignited

do you remember

i still remember that one morning i woke up. the sky was burning, igniting my irises and joslting my thoughts within my head. it was so unusual, but it felt right. he could pick out golden embers throughout my blowing hair. he could reach out and cup the clouds, making them turn to ash. with one sweet exhale from his lips he could blow the life out of anything, he could turn the leaves into scattered flares. it was so beautiful but so awful how everything was damaging. it was so intriguing but so tiring knowing, knowing that i was too. everything was on fire that morning, everything was an infinite orange as he was breathing, crying, screaming, for it to stop. as we caressed each other with our palms and tears we could feel the heat begin to suck into the pores of our skin. he asked me what was going to happen after the flames died, i laughed. i laughed and told him it never will, it will never stop hurting. he cried.

the day prior i had never once in my life seen flames. i had never known the feeling of heat pouring onto my face, or seen the incandescents in one's eyes. the day before i had never smelt burning flesh or heard screams as loud. everything was bountyful, everything was serene. there was a freshness in the air, there was something that was beautiful and innocent within us. we could taste everything on the tip of our tongues, it was so strong. all i wanted to do was kiss him until everything was stuck soaring inside of me. all i wanted to do was live, live and it was like our bodies were stuck underwater and all we could see was blue, all there was was blue. all we could hear were soft whispers mix with crashing waves. it was so safe, so safe because we didn't have air. and now, everything's hurting, everything's stopped, everything's gone. all we can do is let the vowels from our tastebuds hit the open air, let our shallow breaths crash with the smoke. he asked me what was going to happen when the flames died, and i know this, i'm never going to be the same as i was a day ago. i told him he could cry now after i said this, but he's just staring. he's just staring right through me. he knows he started it. he knows he's the reason i've changed. but he's just staring, wishing he could just be the extinguisher of every mistake he's made.


the flames died, and we're standing.
the airs turned to ice, and i'm not shivering.
i'm empty now, and he's looking right through me.

all we can do is remember before everything started burning.